Day 2 continues..........
"What the hell does he think of himself? 'One more prank and I'll make your life hell.' Who the hell says that?"
Annika complained to her cousin Mallika mimicking Shivaay pacing back and forth in the room with a frown plastered on her face and arms crossed on her chest.
She was pissed off, actually really pissed at Shivaay. She admits that she does the pathetic pranks and he gets pissed too but then she does all of this to make him say no to this marriage.
"He isn't wrong Annika. You need to stop all this and grow up." Mallika said defending Shivaay which only raised her anger.
"Are you serious? You're taking his side now." Annika raised her hands in the air and sat on the bed with a thud.
"Annika he's your future husband."
"No he is not." She snapped.
"You can't change the fact that you are getting married to him Annika." Mallika tried making her understand.
"You very well know that I have a life back in Denmark, my job, my friends, my house. I am by no chance getting married to Shivaay and living here, in India as his wife. I don't want to be that typical wife. You know what will happen? We will get married, we'll keep the distance, I will get a job here too but then what? We won't be able to stay like this forever, we won't be happy, we will just be adjusting and I haven't planned my future like this. And do you really think this distant relationship will go like this? No, it won't. After few years of our marriage, we'll be asked about making children. That's the cycle and I don't want that." She dig her face in her palms.
She was feeling so helpless at the moment. This is her life and she didn't even have a say in whom to marry. Yes, it's true that she can't change the fact but she can at least try which she's doing.
She wiped the tears off her face and took a deep breath. Mallika offered her a glass of water which she gulped.
"I completely understand your emotions Annika but you can't live alone for the rest of your life. The possibilities you are thinking of are decided. It is also possible that you and Shivaay get married to each other, you both try to understand each other instead of being distant and then I am sure you'll both fall for each other."
Mallika is the sensible one and she has helped Annika a lot of times. Her advices have been very useful but here, Annika didn't want to think of any possibility leading in her and Shivaay's togetherness.
"You remember Eric, Mallika? I didn't tell you but we dated for months and I actually liked him. We are so much similar and we understand each other. Our thinking matches. I want to marry a guy like him"
Annika confessed and Mallika tried to keep her anger aside because she deserved to know it. She walked towards Annika and rubbed her back in order to calm her down.
"I need some time alone please. This is all too much. It's less than 20 days for the pre wedding rituals to start. I need to go away from here, I need sometime alone. I need sometime to think."
"We can go back to Delhi for 2 weeks. And you can decide there? In our house?" Mallika suggested.
"I love you Mallika. I'll talk to Dad and I am sure he'll understand." Annika hugged her tightly with a wide smile on her face and Mallika went outside to give her some alone time.
Annika closed the door and leaning on it, she took a deep breath. She stomped her foot on the floor and walked in the washroom to take a hot shower.
Shivaay, on the other side, walked out of the washroom rubbing his wet hair with a towel. He threw the towel on the bed and walked towards the mirror and as he saw himself, he got scared at first and when reality hit him hard, his blood boiled.
"I'll not leave you now Annika." He cursed under his breath and was about to leave the room when a voice stopped him.
"Why don't you guys come from the door and not the window?? No one will stop you."
"Habit." Tarun said rolling his eyes.
He turned around and there were standing his secret 3 friends. Among them were 2 boys named Rehan and Tarun and a girl named Shyla.
Rehan was dressed in a tight black jeans with a white shirt whose material was very thin. His hair were tied in a small ponytail. Tarun was dressed in a suit pant and a button up shirt. His curly hair weren't at all matching with what he was wearing.
Shyla was wearing a plain white T-shirt and black shorts. She had short hair, falling on her shoulders and blue in color. She had a black cardigan tied around her waist.
Shivaay hugged three of them tightly and settled on the couches afterwards. He made a call to Khanna to send some refreshments in his room.
"I didn't know that Shyla's fashion sense has gotten into you." Rehan said referring to Shivaay's hair.
He touched his hair and remembered that he has now yellow hair, how pathetic. The three of them started laughing and he threw a cushion at Rehan.
"I didn't dye my hair yellow, I would never do it. It's just that Annika, my to be wife, I told you about? She's an irritating....."
"Bitch!" Shyla completed the sentence for him and he shook his head.
Shivaay told them about everything that happened between them, the pranks and how everyone laughed at him.
"I have a plan actually." Shyla said with her famous smirk and Shivaay smiled.
He knew how her plans are. Wonderful and pathetic at the same time. They both hi fied and the three of his friends went away.
"It's revenge time baby." He spoke to himself and walked to the washroom to remove that yellow color from his hair.
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Precap-
"I want you to meet my friends. They want to meet my future wife."
"And who told you that I will be your wife?"
"It's pretty obvious! Isn't it?"
"Be ready at 7. I have talked to your mother, she's pretty okay with it."
"I am not going!"
"You have a choice?"
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